The Bugmaster:
.: Poetry :.
The Bugmaster:
.: My Joy :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Come To Life :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Hanneke Cassel :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Hanneke Cassel :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Simon Chrisman :.
The Bugmaster:
.: The Bee Eaters :.
The Bugmaster:
.: When All Was Burnt Away :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Summer's Flying Away :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Autumn Falls :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Sweet Silence :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Out of the Blue :.
The Bugmaster:
.: I'll Not Roam Again :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Twilight Sweeps :.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Trip To Seward Alaska :.
The Bugmaster:
.: The Calling :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Relieve Me, Sweet Flower :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Love Is Too Sweet :.
The Bugmaster:
.: No Better Ground :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Tiny Little Heart :.
The Bugmaster:
.: The Bird's Nest :.
The Bugmaster:
.: Like the Dust in this Old Place :.
The Bugmaster:
The morning’s shining crystal on the tall trees. Their limbs are sparkling sharply with the new freeze. The bark is cast in silvers by the hoarfrost. The plants are gently sleeping but are not lost.
The Bugmaster:
.: A Final Kiss Before The Night :.
The Bugmaster:
.: When You Used to Grow Green :.
The Bugmaster:
.: White Light :.
The Bugmaster:
.: As Fast The Moments Slip :.
The Bugmaster:
Take me with your frozen hands spin me out among the trees. Let me hear your sad lament singing restless on the breeze. Let us dance in growing dark we’ll forget about the past. It only makes me sorry that these moments never last.
The Bugmaster:
.: Tried to Warm My Hands Against the Setting Sun :.
